Of higher paths, serenely sweet;—
But lest in care
For all who share
Her tender ministry, too late
Her frail strength yield;—
Be thou her shield;
They also serve who sometimes wait!
Of crystal, clear
As in its sphere
Her lofty spirit moves alway;—
Of higher paths, serenely sweet;—
But lest in care
For all who share
Her tender ministry, too late
Her frail strength yield;—
Be thou her shield;
They also serve who sometimes wait!
Of crystal, clear
As in its sphere
Her lofty spirit moves alway;—